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vulgar. - chapter eleven.
Jumin smiled once he heard Y/N's answer, the success of his dinner making his heart soar with joy as he elegantly finished his glass of wine. Y/N followed suit, finishing her glass of wine with ease as she pushed away from the table and stood. Jumin furrowed his brows in confusion, patting his mouth dry with his napkin before standing as well.
"Where are you going?" He found himself wanting her to stay, the gears in his mind turning rapidly as he tried to think of something to keep her in the apartment. Being with Y/N brought a large wave of feelings that he was not used to; frustration, anxiety, excitement. It was all so new, and he wasn't ready to feel those emotions slip away as he followed her towards the front door. She was puzzled, furrowing her brows with a slight laugh as she gestured towards the door.
“Back to the apartment with Jaehee? We’ve reached our agreement so I figured you’d like to get back to whatever you were working on prior. You’re a busy man.” With another small smile she turned to leave but jumped as he placed a hand on the frame of the door before she’d opened it.
“Y/N…” She kept her back facing him but turned her head slightly to look backwards and up towards him. Her expression was littered with patience as he struggled to figure out what to say, his brows furrowing in frustration at himself. Never, in his short life had he struggled to continue a conversation, to prolong any meeting or discussion. Yet, that was all business, and while Y/N’s involvement with the RFA was a part of the business to a degree, she as a person was not. All the while Y/N was trying hard to understand the expression in his dark eyes, not knowing him well enough yet just to have a grasp on what he was thinking.
Her eyes traveled to the grand piano that was slightly peeking itself around the corner of the long hallway leading to his study. Curiosity flared inside her eyes as she gestured her head from Jumin to the piano. He furrowed his brows once more before following her gaze, removing his arm while she wordlessly walked down the hall towards the piano.
“Do you play?” He frowned as he watched her slide onto the bench with ease, her hands running across the wooden keys as she glanced up at him with a single raised brow, as if to ask him again.
“Of course I do. Why else would I have it in my home?”
“I know a lot of rich people that own a piano, and don’t know how to play.” She huffed in defiance, Jumin guffawing in shock at her quick snap back at him. She smirked in satisfaction before continuing, keeping her gaze on the keys as she placed her fingers accordingly.
“My mom wanted me to learn, thought I was rather musically inclined. I am, I guess, but it’s not what I love.” She pressed down on the keys with a skillfull ease, a strong note ringing clear across the room. The vibrant noise made her look around, realizing how different his study was to the rest of the house that she’d seen so far. His large desk, made of rich, chestnut mahgony stood proud in the center on top of a black fur rug. There was a black leather couch with a gray soft throw blanket draped over the back, white cat fur lingering on the sofa with some work files.
To her surprise, a record player sat neatly on a small coffee table, a large glass case holding a variety of music. He had bookshelves lining the back walls behind the desk, filled to the brim with economic studies, tax information, and other assorted themes in topics that she didn’t expect. Cat health, cat behavioral books, though one title made a slight gasp leave her lips as she flipped her legs over the bench and rushed to the bookshelf.
Jumin calmly followed her with a blank expression, yet curiosity and fascination flooded his chest as he watched Y/N. She flipped her hair behind her back to keep it out of her way as she knelt on the floor, eyes focused on the spine of the book she wanted as she gently coaxed it out of the shelf. Once his eyes fell on the title of the book, Jumin’s cheeks flared a bright red, his expression stuffy as he quickly knelt down on one knee and snatched the book from her.
“Hey!” She yelped in protest as she felt the hardcover slip against her fingertips, the book disappearing behind his back as she quickly rose to her feet. She stared up at him with a large pout, eyes searching for an explanation until her gaze slightly softened. This was the most flustered she had ever seen anyone, let alone the Jumin Han. He wasn’t saying anything, but he was desparately keeping the book out of her reach as he had migrated across the study.
“I think you’ve stayed long enough.” The flatness in his voice made her a touch nervous, but she was just as stubborn as she slowly made her way towards him.
“Now, I don’t think that’s fair. First you wanted me to stay, now that I’ve found something peculiar about you, I’m demanded to leave? I don’t operate that way.” Y/N felt her heart beat faster at the course of action she was taking, trying to figure out or understand why she was doing this. The click of her heels was softened occasionally by the multiple rugs layered throughout his study, warm air softly blowing the ribbon she’d placed in her hair loose. She hadn’t noticed; her eyes had switched from the book to him. He was backing away from her, not paying attention until the back of his knees gave way to his large desk chair.
Y/N stopped just a couple of inches away from his seated figure, hands behind her back as she leaned forward. She didn’t miss the way his breath slightly sped up, the way his eyes kept flickering from her eyes to her parted lips. She wanted the book, wanted to ask him why he reacted so strongly to her finding it. She wanted something else, too.
Her ribbon had slid down so it was now to the side of her head, Jumin taking his chance to turn the dynamic as he reached a large hand up towards the ribbon. It was her turn to have a hiccup in breath, her eyes flickering to the left to watch his hand. He moved slowly, deliberately as he gently untied the ribbon. It now softly slid across her hair and cheek, the silk fresh with her perfume and hair product as it plopped into the palm of his hand.
“You need to tie this tighter.” She watched as he placed the book into a filing cabinet next to the desk, and before she could have a chance to protest, it was shut tight. Instead her attention stayed on the ribbon, the way he wrapped it around his fingers then brought it to his face. It was her turn to blush a deep hue of red as she watched his chest rise with a deep inhale, his eyes fluttering shut as the smell of vanilla, honey, and cinnamon seduced his senses. He looked like he was in esctacy from her smell alone, and it made her fidget in ways she didn’t know how to describe.
“I think I should be going Mr. Han.” Her voice, usually strong and unwavering, came out soft and almost seductive, her tone surprising her as she bowed quickly and fixed her gaze to the floor. She made a slight face at the rug beneath her; what the hell was that? What is this? What were they doing? Why? Didn’t she hate him?
That thought made her flare up like a rooster, and just as she was about to rise and blow him off with a smart comment, she felt the soft touch of his finger on her chin. The soft pressure forced her to tilt her head so that her gaze now rested on him, not the floor. He was leaning forward in the chair, one hand resting lazily in his lap while the other was holding her gaze to his. His gray eyes reminded her of a dark ocean, the waves angry and surging as they slammed any boat into the rocks of consciousness. She hoped hers would be spared.
“I believe that is a wise; extremely wise decision. Thank you for joining me for dinner. We’ll discuss my father—” Before he could finish she had stepped forward and taken the ribbon back from his loose hands, the soft silk reassuring her actions as she leaned in close. They were so close their noses could touch, her soft breath slightly stammering as she spoke.
“Thank you for dinner.” With that she abruptly stood up and quickly turned back towards the hallway, her hair fanning out behind her from the sudden movement. She didn’t wait for him to say anything, nervously speedwalking to the front door. When she’d reached the knob she turned back around to see if he had followed her, and he had; he was staring from across the now empty and cleaned dining table.
“Thank you for coming.” His deep voice was soft as he stared deeply at her, his gaze making her shiver as she gave a curt nod and turned back towards the door. Her shaking hands fumbled for just a moment before they steadied and she’d opened the door, quickly stepping out and shutting the large door behind her with a quick exhale. She was holding her breath that entire time, she’d just realized, bracing her weight on the door as she bent over and held her knees.
“Wow.”
the “this guy looks weird” to “this guy looks weird 😳” pipeline literally so dangerous.
pokemon trainer that shouts "get his ass" every time they order their pokemon to attack
lovesick/obsession writing prompts🌹💌
Trigger Warning!!!! Mentions of manipulation, g0re, bl00d, etc. (Potential yandere themes)
Sorry for posting this haha 😬
dialogue prompts:
"I'll be yours, no matter what."
"How did I ever get so lucky…?"
"I'm in such pain every second we're apart."
"Thinking about you is my favorite hobby..."
"I would hurt myself much more if it meant you would take care of me."
"I need you more than I need air to breathe."
"I will love you until the day I'm dead."
"After I'm done with you, your thoughts will be plagued by me."
"You deserve the entire world's attention!!"
"I've completely dedicated myself to you, why can't you do the same?"
"I actually went to see you last night… you didn't notice, but you looked so cute!"
"I don't want to hurt you, honey."
"If they ever become a problem, let me know. Okay, love?"
"The emotions you make me feel are too special, we must be destiny."
"The next time they touch you, I'll cut their wretched limbs off."
"I want to tell you how much I love you until my throat starts bleeding."
"All I want is to see that smile!"
"I would only hurt you if you really wanted me to."
"Take out all your anger on me; as long as I get your attention, I don't care!"
"I want to be yours, hold me tightly forever!"
"I'm always willing to go further with you..."
"Nobody needs to know."
"I'll gouge your eyes out myself so that the last thing you see is my face~!"
"Don't you dare leave me alone."
"Your blood looks so pretty…"
"Don't say such things about yourself, you angel-!"
"I know all there is to know about you, my love."
"I am jealous. I'm so horribly jealous."
"I will change into the person you desire… you deserve the best."
"I want to taste you, to breathe you, to be smothered by you…!"
"Please, make me bleed."
"Controlling all these emotions is just too hard."
"I can't lose this feeling, I can't lose you!"
"Isn't it romantic~?"
"Hit me. You'll feel better."
"I feel like I'm losing my mind-!"
"I can't calm down."
"My heart just won't stop p-pounding."
"I'm madly in love with you!!"
"I'm drowning in your scent…"
"Beautiful baby! So lovely, so breathtaking! Captivating! Alluring!"
etc:
Staring, watching, fantasizing
Confusion, denial, refusal
Worship, hopeless devotion, smothering
Endless praise, compliments, obsession, hyperfixation
Vulnerability, weakened senses
Choking, emotional manipulation
Decapitated body parts, explicit gore
Praise, idolization, drugging
Crying, struggling, infatuation
Stalking, hunting, trespassing
Erotomania; delusional disorder that causes a person to believe that their fate requires a certain relationship
Possessive, violent, clingy
Sobbing, begging, pleading, praying
Starving, craving, aching
I'm Here - 707 x Reader
this request was submitted by sweet @ariajc79 . I'm so sorry this took so long. I truly hope you're still active on here to see it. Enjoy. x
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warnings: mentions of suicide, mental illness, and self harm
me when a character who was completely powerless gains power and proceeds to lose themselves in the intoxication of it before coming to and being horrified by their own capacity for bloodlust
I’m sorry for the lack of updates you guys; life is not being kind to me rn lmao you can read the tags if you want;;;;
i know we writers complain about writing a lot as a joke, and that’s completely fine, but it’s also important to remember why we love it and what we find in it!
we keep coming back to the blank page because we believe we can fill it. we build something from nothing more than our own imaginations. we transfer thoughts to words to paper to people. writing really is one of the most beautiful things we can do, and that’s one of my favorite things about it.
“i’ll kill you.” are we about to kiss
— To the Desert, Benjamin Alire Sáenz
it’s so frustrating (and heartbreaking) to see so many writers going on indefinite hiatus / deleting their blogs because they are not motivated to write anymore. worst of all: people would always be like ‘no why are you leaving we don’t want you to do so :(’ but they were nowhere to be seen in our notifications beforehand. the lack of support on this platform is a huge issue and it’s a shame that content consumers don’t get the hint when writers have been waving the red flag for months. please support creators by rebbloging their posts, interact with them by leaving a few tags, a comment or an ask! if you’re too shy then hit that anon button and you’re good to go. show them that their works matter and you enjoy their blog, because when the decision to leave is made, it’s already too late.
Normally I'm not one to add my two cents to a post but I think this has inadvertently stumbled into exactly the reason why readers aren't getting engagement: because their audiences are not communities and don't see themselves as such, but 'content consumers'.
Writers and artists create because they are compelled to, but they share because they want to engage with the community. When we approach their works with the emptiness of the term 'content' that so characterizes the commercial media landscape, we devalue the work and intentions of writers and artists.
Yes, comment! Yes, reblog! Yes, support! Because as a reader and audience member you are a vital part of the community! I think there is this sense that you are only valued if you share your creative efforts, and only then can your voice be appreciated, and that simply not true! Audience, we love and appreciate you because we share for you! You are a part of the community too!
Here here!
This. I stopped writing three comics on here from lack of engagement. To kill yourself over some work you’re really excited to share and not get one word of engagement is a staggering blow to creators. If you like something someone does, say it. It might be the one thing that keeps a work you admire from guttering out completely.
btw for a price of an NFT you could just commission an actual artist and get a beautiful illustrated piece made to your exact liking, it can even have huge boobs on it too
vulgar. - jumin han x fem!reader fic
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vulgar. - chapter ten.
It took everything in Y/N to stay calm as she made eye contact with Jumin's father, his brows furrowing as he looked at her. He wasn't the only one who was displeased; beside him was a woman who seemed to be closer to Jumin's age. She had long hair with blond highlights, brown eyes piercing as she gave Y/N a brief look of distaste before turning her attention to Jumin. In contrast to Y/N's soft floral look, she wore a black turtleneck sweater tucked into a pencil skirt, black stockings and black heels tying her outfit all together as she opened her mouth to speak.
vulgar. - chapter nine.
Y/N played with the threads on her tattered dress as she rode in the car to Jumin's private building, the tall buildings of the city ringing familiar to her. Limousines and fancy buildings were something familiar with her, yet a bubble of anxiety kept fluctuating back and forth. His sudden interest in her couldn't help but make her think of red flags she'd seen before with the man she'd fled from, her foot tapping against the smooth carpet floors.
"We will be arriving to Mr. Han's building soon, miss." The driver hummed and looked at her through the review mirror, Y/N giving a small nod as she tried to muster up a smile.
vulgar. - chapter eight.
He parked his motorcycle in the building's large garage, taking off his helmet and shaking out his silver hair. He took it out of the low bun it was in and let it swish behind him, red eyes focused on the guard at the elevator as he pulled out his phone. The RFA symbol granted him immediate access, the guard moving aside as he entered the building with his helmet resting on his hip.
It was hard not to worry; he never spoke a word with Jumin unless it was part of the main chat. To receive a private message to come to his building was causing anxiety, a sigh escaping his lips as he stopped on the floor that Jumin texted him. Just as the doors opened Jumin was walking down the hallway from the door, adjusting his shirt as he placed his phone in his pocket.
